Holy Crap. I had no idea! Very cool - glad you posted this -

I was a really anxious mother with my first. It did not take me long to figure out that babies are little sacks of mind-reading empathy goop. Her mood always matched mine so we had two unhappy anxious people instead of one. That got me to relax big time. I forced myself to chill out. I would even look in the mirror…

Sex ed in my day was a little more oblique. Or I am just dumb. Our 6th grade class saw a movie, dedicated to STDs everywhere, with a chap first in a field, then walking by a stream with this voiceover: At times, passing water is painful.I spent the next 2 years wondering why the fuck walking by water would do that.

Yes. My daughter is a super skinny 10 year old - she takes after her dad way more than me, but I am thinking she is likely to hit menarche at 13ish (regardless of her weight) when I did? Genetics still count right?

But the determining would be by the person...oh...Ok. See yer point. Yeah, someone else made the suggestion that height and eye color are kind of more helpful for ID purposes.

How about TBD - To Be Determined. Whenever the fuck.

TBD

Really? That is awesome! Never knew that.

omg so sorry I watched that.

Holy crap thanks. New word.

http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2013/10/axe_men_s_body_spray_what_happens_when_a_woman_wears_it_for_a_week.html

Here in Canadaland there is no candy corn to be had. Tèis tragic indeed. Seriously, I weep. A mayor's clown costume is confirmed and there's no CANDY CORN IN ALL of the stores. Sob.

I am so sorry as well. My absolute best to you over the next little while.

I did this: I am the old (ish, come on...) parent. Had a sexy date coming up. Had just finished texting my grown daughter. Decided to send sexy date a literal preview. It was nasty stuff. Could get me arrested in a few states. Yep. You guessed it. I sent it to her. Mortified does not even cover it. Thankfully her and…

I hope I get bonus points for the reluctant bravery I achieved in this swear to god true story.I grew up in a ranch style house with little to no parental presence. My 15 year old brother had been telling 13 year old me for about six months about these terrible nightmares he was having. I was pretty worried about him.…

Holy crap. I am now afraid to read your second story - both posts sound scary enough!

'spic' for spice

I hate to give Palin any credit, however backhandedly; watching that, I don't think even she believed what she was saying.

This also kind of fits with my personal take on my sleep life. When I am going through a lot of life changes or am straight up fucked up, I have and remember bizarro dreams. When I am content, I don't remember a thing. Reaching?

That is so true! I thought I was being original with my kids. Nope. I was convinced for years my parents were super original with my name but....it seems that decade my name was a fav name for parents naming their babies of colour. My parents were racy racists, so it tickles me no-end I now share my name with 5…